Post by Grant on May 18, 2017 11:01:31 GMT
You emerge from the portal, finding yourself surrounded by riches. Polished gold glimmers. You begin plundering when heavy doors open beside you. Coins slid from your hand as a armored knight walks in. He seems to have caught you during his inspection.
Level 2
Iron lance MT 7 HIT 80
HP 20 STR 10 MAG 0 SKL 5 SPD 4 DEF 10 RES 1
“This seems. . .” The gold pieces in his hands began to rattle. Not seconds after he had released his grip around them, they were attracted back to the pile only to collide with a short jingle. “Familiar,” Grant sighed.
A pair of large metal doors flew open with a loud crash. “I am immortal!” Clad in the same ornate armour he wore prior, the knight raised his hands high into the air above him. An awkward pause ensued as the butler turned to stare at the posing man.
“No, you are not immortal.” The young man eventually responded simply. “Ah!” He waggled a finger while placing a fist on the side of his waist. “But how do you explain my return from your murder of me, HMMMMMMMMM?”
Grant brought a palm to his face. “Perhaps because I chose not to kill you?” His words were delivered clearly and slowly. “Never mind that though. Is there a reason that all this gold cannot be taken?”
Laughing, the knight drew a lance from out of his richness. “Is it not obvious?” He asked. “In order to protect the gold, we hired a witch to curse it so that nobody would be able to take it!” His grip tightened around the weapon’s hilt. “And any item of value thrown into the pile cannot be taken away- not even by us.”
“Are these the same funds your order intends to utilise for world domination?” The butler lowered his hand. Only more questions had risen from the answer he received. “How do you intend to use it when you are unable to withdraw from it?”
The knight began to stutter. Clearly, the answer to Grant’s questions were obvious. “Bu-Buh. . . You can’t-. . .” His gaze focused upon the butler ahead. “OI LET’S FIGHT.”
Combat intiated!
| Turn 1 |
Grant's silver dagger increases the Knight's critical chance by 5!
The butler drew his knife, waiting for the lancer to approach him before he could attack.
"I see you are wielding a tiny blade there, this gives me a rather critical opportunity to defeat you." The knight bounded forth into a charge. "Get it?"
No response came from Grant.
"Do you get it?" He inquired once more.
Again, no reply came.
"I am asking if you understand my joke." He explained without hesitation.
Finally, he gave up. "For gods sakes, I understand."
"Good," a proud spread from the rich warrior's lips. He stopped a few metres away from his opponent, launching his lance forward in a lunge. "Then I hope you get my point!"
The Knight attempts to impale Grant!
HniVJ7_U1-100
(Chance to hit: 74) (Damage: 4)
It succeeded in lodging itself in the butler's arm as he did not even bother to dodge. He was too incapacitated by the horrible joke. A shallow stab was formed as if his very flesh was armour.
"Oh." The knight froze.
"Oh indeed." Grant said as he stepped backwards before leaping forward in an attempt to close the distance between him and his enemy. Gleaming light bounced off his silver blade as he swiped diagonally upwards with the intention of utterly decimating the man's protection. If he was successful, he would move in to finish quickly with a slap to the face.
Grant's speed is over five more than the Knight's!
Grant lays a beatdown on the Knight's face
1-100
(Chance to hit: 96) (CRITICAL DAMAGE: 16)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The knight gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
Grant gives the gift of violence
1-100
(Chance to hit: 98) (Damage: 6)
The Knight's HP: 0/20
The Knight is defeated!
Metal plates fell apart and tore outward as if he was slicing through butter. The man's face and chest were exposed to which Grant rendered him asleep using two swift strikes.
Wounds already started to close faster than he had expected. The butler looked at the area of injury only to find that it had been already healed up in full. Regeneration of his own flesh had hastened by two times since he had last been injured it seemed- the power of mend.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the knocked out knight. A second rate soldier, a tenth rate comedian.
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Level 2
Iron lance MT 7 HIT 80
HP 20 STR 10 MAG 0 SKL 5 SPD 4 DEF 10 RES 1
“This seems. . .” The gold pieces in his hands began to rattle. Not seconds after he had released his grip around them, they were attracted back to the pile only to collide with a short jingle. “Familiar,” Grant sighed.
A pair of large metal doors flew open with a loud crash. “I am immortal!” Clad in the same ornate armour he wore prior, the knight raised his hands high into the air above him. An awkward pause ensued as the butler turned to stare at the posing man.
“No, you are not immortal.” The young man eventually responded simply. “Ah!” He waggled a finger while placing a fist on the side of his waist. “But how do you explain my return from your murder of me, HMMMMMMMMM?”
Grant brought a palm to his face. “Perhaps because I chose not to kill you?” His words were delivered clearly and slowly. “Never mind that though. Is there a reason that all this gold cannot be taken?”
Laughing, the knight drew a lance from out of his richness. “Is it not obvious?” He asked. “In order to protect the gold, we hired a witch to curse it so that nobody would be able to take it!” His grip tightened around the weapon’s hilt. “And any item of value thrown into the pile cannot be taken away- not even by us.”
“Are these the same funds your order intends to utilise for world domination?” The butler lowered his hand. Only more questions had risen from the answer he received. “How do you intend to use it when you are unable to withdraw from it?”
The knight began to stutter. Clearly, the answer to Grant’s questions were obvious. “Bu-Buh. . . You can’t-. . .” His gaze focused upon the butler ahead. “OI LET’S FIGHT.”
Combat intiated!
| Turn 1 |
Grant's silver dagger increases the Knight's critical chance by 5!
The butler drew his knife, waiting for the lancer to approach him before he could attack.
"I see you are wielding a tiny blade there, this gives me a rather critical opportunity to defeat you." The knight bounded forth into a charge. "Get it?"
No response came from Grant.
"Do you get it?" He inquired once more.
Again, no reply came.
"I am asking if you understand my joke." He explained without hesitation.
Finally, he gave up. "For gods sakes, I understand."
"Good," a proud spread from the rich warrior's lips. He stopped a few metres away from his opponent, launching his lance forward in a lunge. "Then I hope you get my point!"
The Knight attempts to impale Grant!
HniVJ7_U1-100
(Chance to hit: 74) (Damage: 4)
It succeeded in lodging itself in the butler's arm as he did not even bother to dodge. He was too incapacitated by the horrible joke. A shallow stab was formed as if his very flesh was armour.
"Oh." The knight froze.
"Oh indeed." Grant said as he stepped backwards before leaping forward in an attempt to close the distance between him and his enemy. Gleaming light bounced off his silver blade as he swiped diagonally upwards with the intention of utterly decimating the man's protection. If he was successful, he would move in to finish quickly with a slap to the face.
Grant's speed is over five more than the Knight's!
Grant lays a beatdown on the Knight's face
1-100
(Chance to hit: 96) (CRITICAL DAMAGE: 16)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The knight gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
Grant gives the gift of violence
1-100
(Chance to hit: 98) (Damage: 6)
The Knight's HP: 0/20
The Knight is defeated!
Metal plates fell apart and tore outward as if he was slicing through butter. The man's face and chest were exposed to which Grant rendered him asleep using two swift strikes.
Wounds already started to close faster than he had expected. The butler looked at the area of injury only to find that it had been already healed up in full. Regeneration of his own flesh had hastened by two times since he had last been injured it seemed- the power of mend.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the knocked out knight. A second rate soldier, a tenth rate comedian.
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